“No, the brambles would not let them.”
“I dare say they’re as cross as cross,” said Mark.
“They want to come. I don’t know,” said Bevis, as if considering.
“Know what?” said Mark sharply.
“That it’s altogether nice of us.”
“Rubbish—as if they would have let us come.”
“Still, we are not them, and we might if they would not.”
“Now, don’t you be stupid,” said Mark appealingly. “Don’t you go stupid.”
“No,” said Bevis, laughing; “but they must come after we have done.”
“O! yes, of course. See, they’re going towards the firs: there, they’re going to cross the Nile. I know, don’t you see, they’re going round the New Sea, like we did, to try and find us—”